Scission: Invitation

There was a light tap and she heard a muted sound through the solidity of the pod's door. She looked at the panel's readout to confirm it was Tyr.

"What's wrong?"  She asked as she pushed open the door.  He towered above her from her prone position in the small life pod.  There was an intensity in the set of his face she could not explain. "What?"

He didn't answer, just crawled into the confined space to crouch over her.  His simple grace was contradicted by the waves of energy she could feel rolling off him. His presence and smell filled the tiny chamber both stifling and elating her.  Combined with the soft padding and lighting and the prevailing danger, the situation was unbearably erotic. She knew that because of the stress of the last day and her suppressed attraction if he so much as touched her here she'd attack him and damn possible rejection.  She was probably going to die she wouldn't pass up this chance to taste him.

He waited hunched on his knees coiled like a spring, silent.  She didn't know what it was he wanted but deep down she knew words would break the moment.  Instinctually her hand reached out and touched his chest where it was exposed by his open vest. 

It was invitation enough.  He descended on her with a rapacity that startled her.  She was drawn up to meet his lips.  Had it not been the last desperate passion of two people about to joust with death, it would have been perfect -- the barely checked strength of his arms, the bite of the metal studs in his vest, the way he held her like he was afraid she would vanish or change her mind.

Beka snaked her arms through his hair where it fell like a curtain around her.  She tugged on his neck and he lowered her to the padded surface.  His lips tasted so good she found herself nibbling at their lushness. It wasn't enough.  She forced his vest off his shoulders and wound herself around him. The sensation of his skin was amazing.  She was accustomed to the near nakedness of his chest, normal male Niet posturing.  But here the expanse of flesh was for her alone.  Her hands roamed the perfect deep golden surface; the texture was as she knew it would be. 

She gathered his hair to one side and kissed along his neck, her hands travelling lower, running along the leather clad cheeks of his ass and back to the fastenings at the front.  She unhooked the large buckled holster at his hips and hauled on the zipper of his pants until he fell free into her hands. He moaned into her hair as she stroked and explored this new piece of exposed flesh.  She had often, in her lewder moments, contemplated the length a six foot six uber could deliver and she wasn't disappointed.

She wished they'd have time to do this properly, but she chided herself, even if this pod was miraculously transported aboard the Andromeda she wouldn't have slowed it down.  She knew their first time would always be desperate and passionate.  It would have to be in extremis to for them to submit to the attraction.  His arrogance and Nietzscheanness goaded her; he'd crossed her so many times.  She was human, and beyond that not inclined to give in to Nietzschean social standards.  All this had to be overcome, but inside she knew it would be worth it.  So must he, or so she hoped.  She knew him well enough that normal Nietzschean motives could be behind this encounter.  The need for one last chance at procreation might bring the desperation but it didn't explain the moaned ardour or the kisses on her face and neck.

The only thing that took her hands from him was the removal of her pants.  Once free of them even she could smell how ready she was.  Tyr's kisses became more hurried.  She wrapped her legs around his waist pressing up to meet him as he descended down upon her.  She gasped, struggling to force the union. Damn if portside men didn't live up before now they sure as hell won't.

He was panting now as he slowly moved with her. Going deeper with every stroke.  Her whole world was centred on those careful strokes. She opened her eyes to see his face open above her.  His eyes were wide and filled with what on anyone else she would have called love.  Adoration even.  And here was the moment she knew that if she lived, her life would never be the same.  She would close her eyes every night and forever see that face.

It was more than she could take.  Gasping though the explosion in her head Beka clutched at him, pressing his pace as she moaned into his neck.  Tyr panted harder building to a groan as Beka's frenzied thrusts pushed him over the edge.

She didn't let go, afraid now that he had had what he wanted, if much vaunted Nietzschean sperm myths were to be believed, he'd leave.  She only relaxed when he settled deep into her taking the weight of his torso onto his forearms. He nestled his head into her neck his heavy breath fluttering her fly away hair.

She didn't say anything, allowing him to break the mood if he needed to.  She quietly stroked his hair enjoying the intimacy while she had it.  It had happened so quickly that the moment already seemed fleeting.

She rolled her hips slightly to better feel how well he filled her. He gathered her closer as his own hips responded. God.  Well Valentine you're sure going to feel this in the morning.  If you have a morning.  She pushed the thought away again losing herself in the wonder Tyr had become.